A/N: Still don't own anything!

"You said you brought a photo album?"

"Yes, here it is," she said handing him a black leather book. She started to retreat back to her usual chair.

"Would you like to look at it with me? You'll at least know what the pictures are," he added. She nodded scooting her chair over to his bed. Severus watched her, he could tell she was holding her breath, hoping some of the pictures would help his memory. He didn't want to give her hope. If nothing else these photos would give him a look into his new life. He opened the book and actually recognized parts of the first picture. Hermione was standing on a stage, waving to the camera. He was not in the picture.

"My graduation," Hermione said.

"I thought you didn't return after your sixth year."

"I didn't. I was able to take my NEWTS after the war. I got an O in just about everything."

"Just about?" He raised an eyebrow surprised she didn't excel at everything.

"I ended up with an E in charms. They let me get my diploma with the other students in my year."

"Good. I'm not in the picture. Where was I?"

"Here, that was when you were in medically induced coma healing after Nagini."

"I wish I could have been there," he whispered.

"Me too." He flipped the page. This picture showed the both of them. He was in dress robes, her a wine colored dress. He couldn't help but notice her cleavage.

"Malfoy's Christmas party," she answered when he looked at her.

"I took you there?"

"No, you went alone, I stayed behind, but we had our own party when you came home. You said you wanted a picture of me 'cleaned up' so you could prove my hair wasn't always an unmanageable mess."

"It does look better," he stated. She glared at him and wondered if hitting him with a pillow would affect his recovery. He almost smirked at the expression on her face. He turned to the next page. He froze. There were just no words. Hermione leaned over looking at the picture. Her and Severus. Her in Severus' arms, the pair sharing a deep kiss.

"That was taken just before the end of sixth year, before Dumbledore died. We'd had a minor breakthrough on the potion we were working on," Hermione replied a sad smile crossing her face.

"Who took it?"

"Colin Creevy, he was a year behind me."

"I remember, he carried that camera everywhere with him."

"We didn't know he was there until we saw the camera flash."

"We look...happy."

"We were, Severus," she whispered taking his hand in hers. He didn't pull away. He knew photos could be faked, but at the same time, he knew this one was real. It didn't move like wizarding photos. He quickly flipped to the next photo, one of Hermione standing in his potions lab, stirring a cauldron with a smile on her face.

"Part of our research?" he asked.

"Yes, we documented everything, even me stirring the cauldron. You also said I looked hot in this one." Severus bit his tongue. She did look amazing in the photo, her smile as she stirred the cauldron, the way her hair framed her face, her school robe hanging open over her uniform.

Hermione watched him closely as he studied the picture of her. She could see something in his eyes, taking it all in.